Faith
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So far in this blog series I have give
you two definitions of faith. Faith is seeing with your heart. Faith is stepping out on the belief. I should be moving on past
definitions at this point but I find I must bring you one more. As a man who
works in words I find I love them. When used properly they can be so
precise, so revealing, so targeted. In the context of this discussion, they are
highly helpful. They show us exactly what God wants us to understand about Him,
about our relationship to Him, and about how our lives are supposed to
function. The definition of faith I bring you today is exactly this, at least
it is to me. So what is that definition? Faith is leaning.
I attended a Christian high school. It
was operated by a local independent Baptist church in our area. At various
times, between 5 and 20 children from our church attended this school along
with me. The church that sponsored the school was bigger than our church. The pastor was
younger than my father, who pastored our church, and he was much flashier than
my father. He attracted people to him with seemingly little effort, although I
am sure my teenage understanding was rather immature and ill-informed. At any
rate, after a few years of mushrooming growth the pastor sadly succumbed to
moral failure.
The resulting implosion in the
spirituality of the teenagers in that high school was fearful to see. It still
haunts me, truth be told. More than three decades past, and most of them are
still out of church, dealing with various addictions and divorces, and the
consequences that come from a life lived away from God. Each of us is
responsible for his own sin, but that man will answer to God for being the
earthly genesis of much of it. That genesis of an entire life lived wrongly
well into middle age I faced as a teenage boy. My classmates went from being
serious about God to being hypocritical, from being sold out to selling out,
from being all in to being into everything. They smoked. They drank. They
partied. They became sensual. They became hardened toward authority and toward
preaching. In short, they became the infamous rebels that are the subject of so
many Christian school chapel sermons.
I am no better than any man, and
substantially worse than quite a few. But God in His grace gave me the grace to
take a stand when most of my classmates went the wrong direction. In a word, I
did not follow the multitude to do evil. I kept walking with God. I tried not
to be a goody two-shoes or a Billy Bible about it, but I just kept on the same
spiritual track we all had previously been on.
Some years later I found myself face to
face with one of my high school classmates. He knew and I knew what had gone on
back then, what he had done and what I had not done, and the path our lives had
taken over the intervening years. He looked at me, mustered up his courage, and
gave voice to a question that he must have pondered for quite a while. He said,
“Tom, you stood back in the day when we all went wrong. How did you do that?” I
thought for a moment, and then answered him simply. I called his name and said,
“I did not stand. I leaned. It just looked from a distance like I was
standing.”
Paul said it this way to a weak but
strengthening Corinthian church. Moreover I call God for a record upon my
soul, that to spare you I came not as yet unto Corinth. Not for that we have
dominion over your faith, but are helpers of your joy: for by faith ye stand
(II Corinthians 1.23-24). How did I stand when those around me were
falling? By faith. It is the same way Daniel and his three friends stood. It is
the same way Joseph stood. It is the same way David stood. It is the same way
anybody who has ever stood for God has managed to stay upright. By faith,
knowing what was right, we leaned our human frailty upon the Lord. We depended
upon Him to give us the strength to be and do what it is we were supposed to be
and do.
Perhaps the most well-known passage on
faith in the Scripture record is Hebrews 11. It lists example after
example of saints of old who did spiritual things others around them found
impossible. Explicitly, Hebrews 11 links those spiritual exploits to
faith. How did Noah prepare an ark when everyone in his world was going the
other direction? By faith. How did Abraham obey when he went out not knowing
whither he went? By faith. How did Sara find the strength to carry and deliver
a child at a marvelously advanced age? Through faith. How did Moses turn his
back on all the pleasures of sin a rich, young Egyptian man could indulge
himself in? By faith. How does weakness become strength? By faith. How do we
obtain a good report, a good enough report that years later men marvel at how
we stood and compliment us on it? Through faith.
One of my favorite Scripture passages is Deuteronomy
33.27. The eternal God is thy refuge, And underneath are the everlasting arms. That
phrase is familiar to you because of the wonderful hymn, “Leaning on the
Everlasting Arms.”
What a fellowship,
what a joy divine,
Leaning on the
Everlasting Arms!
What a
blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the
Everlasting Arms!
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure
from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the
Everlasting Arms.
That is what faith is. It is leaning
on someone else’s strength. It is realizing you do not have the ability, the
power, the strength, the talent, the experience, the personality, the charisma,
the charm, the authority, or the force to accomplish something you are supposed
to accomplish. So you go to the Lord. You reach out to Him. You tell Him you
know you are incapable of doing this or accomplishing that. You humbly bow your
heart before Him and simply ask for His help. And then you lean on Him.
Others marvel at what you accomplish.
They sit back and say, “Wow.” But you know it is not in you to produce a “wow”
out of anybody. All that is in you is debilitating weakness. So you lean. You
depend on Him.
That is faith. And it wonderfully
pleases God.
I love this so much. Leaning is what I have been learning. It is peace. I have been held in those everlasting arms literally. I was 11 and then again 18 alone in my room and begged God to hold me. I didn't know much but I knew to call on him to be saved and I just wanted to be held so bad... I woke up in bed the next morning being held.. It was so real,and perfect I never wanted to move or loose the peace I felt and then suddenly, when I realized someone was in my bed, I flew out of my bed looking in the closet, in the bathroom, under the bed.. No one was in the room.. I even reported it to the authorities someone had been in my room holding me in bed. I was hysterical and felt violated a stranger had been in my bed holding me. Later that day I opened my Bible for the first time in years to find comfort and the Lord told me thru his word I had called upon him to be saved and comforted and he reminded me of what I had prayed the night before having a nervous breakdown and God told me it was him in my bed holding me... It was exactly what I had prayed for while I cried my eyes out the note before... I had begged God over and over for someone to love me and hold me and the Lord did just that.. Physically.. They were the biggest strongest arms and while being held in them only those arms and I existed and nothing could hurt me in those arms.. They felt as big as the universe. I was so happy so thankful.. I cried and thanked God. I repented {I was young and knew little of the Lord and was not raised in a godly home, but I knew God was real.. I knew it) I had to call the authorities and tell them I was mistaken and that God was holding me in my bed.. No one believed me and thought I was nuts... These days I am much older and I do more than just believe, I gave the Lord my life 9 years ago and it has been the best decision and the most important decision I have ever made.. I have been praying the Lord would help me to lean on him and calm down and be still and this entry I will read again and again... This entry touched my heart like you wouldn't believe. Thank u so much Lord
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